dmdo
Sometimes I forget. I forget that not everything is math and science, philosophy and knowledge. Sometimes, and maybe too often, it's just human.
before there was everything there was nothing. funny thins is that out of that nothing, everything came out. i did, you did, we all did. nobodies, acquaintances, friends, best friends, lovers. but why do we tend to go back to the nothingness after the end...
I claim a lot to be mine. Claims don' necessarily make it true, no does it. we claim a lot of things. what i fear is how little is actually true.
despite all the odds, despite their objections, despite my pessimism, more like realism. i went ahead. there was hope there was joy, there was love, but on my side only. and i realized that way too late. too late did i find out their objections were right, the odds had a say, and most of all my own doubt brought me down
He is the fiend, isn't he. I am the hero. at least that is how is ee it. however, i know that i am no hero and he is no fiend. so different, so u=immature, but that is who i am. is it a problem though, i dunno.
we build them with hope and dreams, but so fragile it stands, leaning like Piza, just a push and it will fall. and what do u think we will do after it breaks? we will cry, stand up and build it again